"I really wish you boys hadn't come down here." In the shadows of the cellar it was clear that Madge and Roger definitely weren't human.
They were hollow eyed monsters, grasping and hungry. The old lady's feet were awash in blood. The pipe smoking Grandpa patted a bag that still moved.
In a quick moment the Hunters were trussed up in the sweet Swiss Cottage chairs, shackled and ready for sacrifice next to the sugar cookies and the Gingerbread House.
Saved by the bell when the Gods went to answer the door they fled though the house searching for weapons.